The Sessions (Covenant Series)

by Boone, Azure

  She smiled and shut the door and locked it. Her blue eyes widened with a surprised breath. “Ohhh, can you go to the kitchen and fetch my coffee? I left it on the counter.”

  He chuckled at the way she flaunted her antics with childlike animation. He headed to the kitchen, playing along. He looked over his shoulder to find her right behind him. “I think I know the way.”

  “I’m just along for the ride,” she sang and giggled.

  He rounded the corner and paused.

  “Happy Birthdaaaaay!” she sang, clapping next to him.

  “Um.” He looked at her, feeling a bit awkward. And confused. “It’s my birthday?”

  Her smile froze a second before her entire face fell. “According to your file, yes, it said today is your birthday.”

  At seeing the sweet look of devastation on her face, he winced a little. “I probably lied about it. I don’t usually tell my date of birth.”

  A mix of embarrassment with traces of sympathy clouded her clear blue eyes. “But…why?”

  Fuck. He felt awful and suddenly wished he hadn’t said anything. Why did it matter? “Mostly because I don’t know when it is. No birthdays, remember?”

  The memory hit her hard and she closed her eyes. “Oh shit.” She bit her lower lip then suddenly brightened with a great idea. “Hey! How about we declare today as your birthday? Seeing as I stupidly did such a poor job of connecting the huge in my face dots!”

  Her face crimped in anguish and she spun around away from him. Micah’s heart constricted in his chest and he went to her. He leaned and kissed along her shoulder, filling his body with her, rubbing his nose along her neck, cherishing the amazing moment. She’d given him a birthday. Fuck that wasn’t supposed to feel so damn amazing.

  “I’m turning thirty-three today?” he whispered, softly kissing along her ear.

  “I cooked and everything,” she wailed, “I’m so sorry your life sucked and I just wanted to make new memories for you to help replace the bad ones.”

  He turned her around and pulled her into his arms, smiling into her hair. “I’ve always wanted to have a birthday. Just like this. Only I never dreamed of a beautiful woman in red throwing me a party. I’m honored. And thrilled.” He turned her face up and wiped her tears with his thumbs, finding them the greatest gift he’d ever had. The plan was no kissing her till he popped the big question. But she’d just changed that plan, hadn’t she?

  He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips, taking his time, wanting it to be as perfect as her. Her sweet gasp destroyed his attempt to keep it light and he pushed her soft lips open for more. Having her eagerly oblige and hungrily kiss him back was also not anticipated. Add her desperate whimpered moans and damn he was officially lost to the sensual stroking of her tongue, her taste. He found the slit in her dress and navigated to the front, groaning at encountering no panties. He parted her secrets and stroked with a gentle passion over that little hot jewel, intoxicated with the way she lifted her leg and strained toward his touch. How badly he wanted to discover her deeper secrets but he couldn’t touch those yet. Soon.

  He knew how much she wanted to taste him. And since that was the plan, he gently pushed on her shoulders, guiding her to her knees before him. She stared up in breathless passion and he stroked a finger along her face. She knew what he offered and reached out, impatient, fingers trembling to get what she had to have. He allowed her to do it all, take control. His entire body heaved with anticipation. One of his wildest fantasies with her was about to happen.

  When she freed him from the tight confines of his jeans, she grabbed soft hold of him. He’d imagined her being delicate and sweet. Gentle. He’d imagined wrong. Immediately he buried his fingers in her hair and pulled, groaning in shocked pleasure. Better than he’d dreamed. Much better. The sweet sounds she made while taking all of him, every inch, with a delicate yet aggressive perfection was quickly blowing his mind.

  “Sarah, Sarah,” he gasped, thrusting into the silky heat. He gazed down at her, so beautiful on him, furious passion on her brow. “Look at me baby,” he barely managed.

  Glittery blue eyes, sedated with something he didn’t understand, called to things equally foreign inside him. Heat boiled in his body, rushing forward. “Sarah,” he gasped, both amazed and confused at the feelings she evoked on every plane. She answered him with frantic moans, holding him hostage with that gaze. His spine tingled and a blazing fire shot forward into his groin. Micah grit his teeth, forcing himself to watch her as he climaxed. His seed sprung forth and she lovingly caressed his length, taking his essence onto her face and neck like it were the fountain of life to her all while she stroked him in her hands.

  Micah was speechless and breathless as he pulled her up. Reaching for the red dinner napkin on the table, he gently cleaned her while staring into her gaze, never wanting to stop seeing what was in it.

  Love.

  “Thank you,” she whispered with the sweetest smile.

  “Thank you?” He tossed the napkin aside with a light gasp.

  “For giving me a chance.” She smiled and nodded, blue eyes glistening with tears before hugging his neck and letting out her sobs.

  He always knew she was sweet, but this went beyond what he could’ve ever fathomed. It baffled him. He’d never seen passion like that in his life. Genuine. Soul deep. And…for him.

  “I have a surprise for you,” she squealed in his neck.

  The intense emotion in that voice of hers made him hold on to her tighter. He stroked her back with his hands and arms, suddenly not able to get enough of her, not wanting to let her go.

  “What is it sweet heart.” He snuggled his face against hers.

  She released his neck and stood before him. “I was thinking of what I could give you that would show you how much you mean to me.” She slid the spaghetti strap on her dress off her shoulder and lowered the top a bit. “I couldn’t really show how carved into my heart you are, so…”

  Micah stared at the tattoo on her upper breast, his pulse racing so hard it hurt. His name. Over her heart.

  “Come away with me Sarah.”

  She jerked her gaze up to his. “Really? Seriously? God, I would love that, when?”

  He stroked her cheek with a smile. “Let’s leave tonight. It’s my turn to give you something. Do you trust me?”

  She wiped her eyes, curiosity and excitement lighting her gaze. “God yes, I do trust you.”

  Chapter Eleven

  “Put this on.”

  Sarah looked at the blindfold and snickered.

  “No peeking. I want it to be a real surprise.”

  She slid it on. “Okay Mr. funny pants.”

  “Five more minutes and we’ll be there.”

  They’d been driving for nearly four hours. Sarah gasped when his hand brushed over her breast. “Oh.” Her body involuntary pushed into his touch. He stimulated her that way until she was aching and squirming in the seat for more.

  “We’re here,” he whispered, putting the car in park. “No peeking.”

  She swallowed down her need and nodded. “No peeking. Promise.” She leaned into his fingers on her cheek.

  “Stay there, I’m coming around to get you.”

  “Ooookayyyy,” she sang, wiggling in her seat with excitement.

  “Oh, that’s a nice breeze. My God, is that the ocean I smell? We drove long enough to get to one, that’s for sure.”

  He pressed his lips into her cheek and held one hand and put his arm around her shoulder, guiding her forward. “Lot’s of steps next.”

  She giggled. “I’m dying here.”

  “Five minutes, I promise.”

  “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you.”

  “Yes. Very.”

  “I can tell.”

  “You can?” he chuckled.

  “Yes, the blindfold lets me hear all the secrets in your tone. You are really digging being the surprise man.”

  He moaned softly. “I’d kiss you now, but I wan
t to be where I don’t have to stop.”

  “Oh my.” Just the idea weakened her. “What do you plan to do to me?”

  “Make love to you.”

  Sarah lost her breath and stopped. She reached for him, her heart hammering as her hand connected with his smiling face. “Are you joking?”

  He laughed and kissed her hand. “No, I’m just happy.”

  “Lead me, please, hurry.”

  “So eager. Aren’t you afraid? Your first time?”

  “Not at all. Not with you.”

  “Okay, ten more steps, a few more stairs, then we’re there.”

  “Smells like eucalyptus and…vanilla?”

  “Do you smell the mint and the daffodil?”

  She sniffed. “I think I smell the mint. Geeze I’m dying to know what this place is. Wood floors. And tile, maybe marble by the sound my beautiful shoes make.”

  “This is like my second home.”

  “Wow. Oh, carpet now. Must be getting close.”

  “Yes.” They finally stopped. “We’re here, but wait. Don’t peek.”

  “Oh my God, the suspense.”

  She heard him putting a key in a lock and turning, followed by a deep creek. “Mmm, roses?”

  “Not telling. Five more steps.”

  She put her right hand out as he led her the rest of the way holding her left one. He finally lifted the blindfold.

  “Oh. My. God,” she whispered in awe looking all around. “What on Earth is this place? A castle?”

  “Yes. Converted.”

  A huge monster sized poster bed with soft white sheers loomed in the far corner of the ginormous room. Soft white everywhere, windows everywhere, tall as the two story ceiling.

  “Was this once a princess room?”

  His chuckle lingered as she wowed at the centuries old lavish furnishings, roaming from one to the next to touch and sit then hop up to explore the next, in a flurry of ooh’s and ahh’s.

  “Holy cow!” She realized two of the windows were double doors at the far end and opened them. “Ohhhhh my God!” Sarah gazed out over an ocean, several stories up.

  Doors opened to her right and she turned to see Micah exiting another double set. She hurried to see what in the world he’d come out of. “Oh my God! Look at this bathroom!” His deep laughter held a contagious joy and echoed inside the huge rectangular room. Sarah gawked at the white marble double vanity, mammoth sized gold gilded mirrors and crystal fixtures everywhere.

  “This tub!” She ran to the four white marble steps, wowing over the entire set up. Two huge marble looking columns sat at the top of the steps, holding up an arched ceiling with a crystal chandelier that splashed warm light onto the mural painted ceiling. She laughed, her voice echoing as she laid in the empty tub. “I do hope you have bubbles and champagne!”

  “I do. We’ll have dinner and I’ll bathe you after.”

  Her mouth hung open in awe as she stared at him. “You did all this? When?”

  He looked down with a grin. “Confession?”

  “Hell yes!” she gasped. “Oh my God you sneaky man.”

  “Right after I got out of the hospital.”

  Her mouth dropped open even further. “Wow. Now that’s what I call confidence.”

  He laughed biting his sexy lower lip. “Yes. But…”

  He shook his head and she finally blurted with a laugh, “But what?”

  “But it seemed like…”

  “Like you had a chance with the doc?” she asked, smiling, teasing.

  Sarah sobered at seeing that desperate look enter his eyes. “Yes.”

  Sarah got up and walked to him. Stopping on the bottom giant step, he had to look up at her a little. She put her arms around his neck and he slipped his around her waist. Sarah smiled and jumped up onto his waist and he laughed, catching her. She stared into his eyes. “I did like you. From the moment I stuck you with that horse tranquilizer.”

  His gaze grew stormy and his mouth suddenly crashed onto hers, a frenzy of hunger. Sarah gasped, opening for it, needing all that he could give and more. She slid her fingers up into his hair and raked his scalp, moaning at the feel of his tongue all over in her mouth. God yes. Finally. More.

  His splayed hands roamed her entire back side then down her leg, sliding under her skirt and up. Her back suddenly connected with a hard surface as their labored breaths and moans mingled, the erotic sound making her more desperate.

  “I need you. Inside me,” she gasped in his mouth. He strained out a groan like her words pained him. “Make love to me. Right now. God Micah, right now.”

  He growled and walked with her into the other room and laid her on the bed then quickly stripped out of his clothes. When he was gloriously naked before her, she bit her lip, staring at his enormous erection with anticipation, her womb clenching hard.

  He saw her fear. “Don’t be afraid. I’d never hurt you.” He walked to the bed, staring at her. “Strip for me. Slowly.”

  Slowly. Dang. She moved to kneel in the bed, beginning with her white cotton peasant top. Grabbing it from the bottom, she raised it gradually over her naked breasts, his thick moan setting her on fire. With the top off, she began working the skirt down over her hips, leaving the lacy white barely panties in place. Once done, she knelt on the bed before him, letting him get his fill of looking.

  Micah stroked himself, his gaze all over her, devouring, muscles rippling in his arms and chest with his urgency.

  Sarah slowly laid back on the bed and worked her panties off then opened for him, moving her hips in erotic invitation.

  He answered, crawling toward her from the foot of the bed until his eyes were level with hers and his hot body nestled perfectly between her legs.

  He closed his eyes, seeming to just glory in that feeling of the two of them finally touching that way. “Sarah,” he gasped.

  She stroked his brow, loving how bold and beautiful it was. “Micah,” she answered.

  “You have to know…that I lied about me and Lisa. I was jealous and angry and wanted you so badly.”

  Relief and joy surged in Sarah at hearing that. She kissed him. “Oh God, I nearly died inside. But I knew you were hurting.”

  “I need to know, I need to hear you say it. Before I do this with you, I have to hear it.”

  “What? What do you need?” She searched his face. “I love you. I love you more than I can understand.”

  He kissed her with a dizzying passion then finally pulled up, his lips still on hers. “I know you do. I’ve never doubted that.” He nibbled at her lips tenderly. “I need to know how much.”

  “With all my heart,” she gasped.

  “And all your soul?” he croaked at her ear.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and grabbed his face, kissing him. “I do, yes, I do. With all my heart, mind and soul.”

  “Oh fuck,” he gasped, his kisses turning hungry, demanding, working down her neck. “I knew you did,” he moaned. “I never doubted for a second that you were mine.” He moved back to her mouth, reaching between them and putting himself at her entrance. She gasped at the promise of utter fullness and ecstasy of having him finally inside her.

  He muttered words she didn’t understand on her neck and she smiled, finding it endearing and romantic. “What are you saying? Is that Latin?”

  He whispered them in her ear next and she moaned. “Tell me.”

  He licked hard up her neck, then bit lightly with the promise of passion along her jaw. “God has lost. And I have won. You are mine.” He kissed her, pushing himself into her a little.

  She cried out at the feeling, dizzy and…confused. “What does that mean, I don’t understand,” she gasped.

  He bit her shoulder again with a deep groan, his body shuddering and his desire pulsing inside her entrance. “You gave me your soul.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Sarah furrowed her brows, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. She almost ignored it, but it seemed like it meant the world to him and
she didn’t want to hurt him. “Sweetie, I can’t give you my soul, but my heart and mind are yours.”

  His body froze. He remained unmoving with his head on her shoulder. “What?”

  Fear seized Sarah at the sound of utter shock in his tone. Devastation. She suddenly realized all at once that she’d just hit upon another nightmare door. One that opened into a horror chamber he’d not yet shown her. “Micah?”

  Without moving he whispered, his tone hoarse. “You just. Told me. You loved me. With. Your. Soul.”

  Sarah felt the tremble taking over his body. “Micah…you’re scaring me,” she barely whispered.

  He jerked back and flew off the bed and paced, holding his head with both hands. “You lied?”

  The tease of a mental break down laced those two words and she sat up. “No, I didn’t lie, I just—“

  He spun and roared, “You told me!”

  Sarah jumped and move back on the bed.

  He paced some more, shaking his head. “Why would you say something like that and not! Mean it!” He yelled the words but didn’t aim them at her.

  Tears gathered in Sarah’s eyes and she choked on a sob. “I’m so sorry, I wouldn’t have told you that if I had known.”

  He stopped pacing and looked at her, like her words stabbed him through and through. “Why? I thought you loved me?”

  “Micah, sweet heart, listen to me. You don’t. Need my soul. To have my love.”

  “Yes! I! Do!” The words thundered and Sarah covered her mouth with both hands, sobbing, terrified now. Don’t panic. Shit, don’t panic.

  “You listen to me,” she finally said, her voice quivering with false strength. “You are wrong, do you hear me? Wrong!” Her attempt at authority fizzled out like a wet firecracker.

  He paced faster, raking his hands in his hair again. He nodded. “Okay, okay.” Hope slowly surfaced in her blood at the hint of reasoning. “How about we talk about this, okay?”

  “Yes!” she gasped, trying to hold in her panic. “We will work this out, and you will see, I have more love than you can possibly need.” A sob accompanied her final word and she covered her mouth to stifle the wave of them that wanted out.